Napkin

At the end of the meal, she had left over pancakes. She made an incredibly sad face and covered them with her napkin. “It’s so I don’t have to watch them go. It’s making me too sad. They were SO good!”

Later, when we were saying good bye for the last time, she beckoned me closer to her car window while rolling it down. Suddenly a flash of white shot out of the open window. As the paper napkin settled over my head, I heard her voice saying “I don’t want to have to watch you go either.”

Note: I’m POSTING this on 5/10/2010, but it was written on 03/29/2010.

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